<![CDATA[Memorial Day weekend has changed for me over the years. When I was younger I looked forward to going to the lake with my family; making memories, eating, swimming, and seeing fireworks displayed across the lake's reflection. I knew what it meant, what it symbolized…but to be honest, I can’t remember actually taking a pause from my day to pray for those the holiday truly embodies. This year for Memorial Day weekend we headed west to the coast. I loved the time we had together and the memories we’ll keep. I don’t think B’s ever been to a (real) sandy beach like this yet (which makes the Florida girl in me oh.so.sad!). And…y’all, I can’t even remember if/when the last time I flew a kite was?? That is one thing I cherish about having a tiny human…the ability to tap into my inner little girl and relive carefree days like these.
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